[03:10 a.m]
aemond targaryen was the dominant one, he was.
he spent his whole life fighting for it, he was the stronger one, he was a threatening presence nobody wanted to challenge. he worked hard for it, after his injury it was more like people pitied him more than anything so he did everything in his power to make something of his name.
but the way he crumbled under your fingers was something he could not explain. nobody could live to see him in the state you had him, moaning, hands above his head and eye-patch off, his sapphire gemstone shining under the moonlight.
he could let himself go with you, under your firm hands pulling on his hair and muttering sweet words on his ear was enough for him to come untouched, writhing on the sheets of his bed.
he would kill for you, and he knows you would do it for him too, under the pretty facade you have of an innocent noble girl, he knows what’s under your pretty smile.
